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Cas led Dean into a small room. boxes scattered the floor that contained supernatural posters, key rings, hats and so on, they were probably going to be sold later on in the convention for a ridiculous profit. All that was in the room apart from supplies was a small table and two old wooden chairs. Cas led Dean into the centre of the room before turning to close the door behind them. There was thick heavy silence between them and Cas slowly closed the door; the turn and click of the handle was prominent in the room and it fell on the ears of the two waiting desperately for the other to speak to end the tension that rose between them now more then ever.

Although Cas' back was turned to the hunter Cas could still feel Dean's eyes piercing into him staring point blank at the angel making him feel weak and strong at the same time. As Cas turned to look back into those green forest eyes head on, the angel noticed that they weren't as intense as he thought, Dean's eyes were soft and seemed to have a flare in them which seemed to be of panic, his subtle hand movements and lip biting revealed that Dean was nervous and he was so utterly adorable when nervous. Not that Cas thought this, that he ever thought this of his charge at all, that would be absurd surely.

"So?" Dean stated to get the convocation moving long, Chuck had told them to talk but at the moment all they were doing was staring into each others eyes. Which Dean started to very shamefully get excitement from, until he read those darn stories about his eyes being full of deep meaning and an endless ocean of angelic blue, Dean had never really looked at Cas' eyes, well he looked at them but never really saw them. But when he did by god those writers weren't far off, Cas' eyes were truly breathtaking to Dean, all of a sudden he would just find himself looking at Cas trying to will him to look back. "What did you want to talk about?" Though questions were running ten to the mile though Cas' mind he shrugged stiffly And since those stories Dean has never been able to look at Cas in the same way, the way he shrugged made Dean frustrated at his lack of response and want to pin him against the wall and kiss the answers from him, god his mind's been corrupted. What was worse was these thoughts weren't exactly new to him or disgusted him, at all.

"I would imagine chuck wanted us to discuss slash fiction."

Dean flushed pink and heart rate quicken at the very mention of Dean's guilty pleasure. Those stories racked him with so much guilt but submersed him in so much pleasure it was unbelievable. Dean's mind started wondering as he looked the angel up and down, so he had to clear his throat to fill that awful heavy silence against whilst he refocused.

"What about it?

"What do you read about?"

"Well…erm. Stuff. It, it really doesn't matter."

"Stuff?"

"Yeah just stuff complete random made up shit."

"I do not understand why Chuck would tell us to talk if it had little importance."

"Well I just think that son of a bitch just like to see me suffer."

"What has he done to you Dean, prophet or not, your mine, err my, my charge and I cant stand here if your in distress." Cas seemed to be getting his feathers all ruffed up and getting the wrong end of the stick. Which although did annoy Dean slightly because of his lack of human reading and the difference between literal and well not. But admittedly on the other he simply couldn't stop the faint smile spreading across his face as he listened to his angel essentially threaten to beat up a bully for him, protect him and coming to his rescue. Okay by that last thought, Cas was riding on a white horse in shiny armour, oh god! dean knew for certain that these stories will be the death of him.

"No, no Cas theirs no need to erm, to attack the prophet I was kidding, not being serious." Cas was confused lying still baffled him even though this was more of minor word play he still didn't completely understand, and did the customary head tilt thing that Dean had read so oh so much about that he agrees is the cutest thing he has yet to see the angel do, that and the few times he releases that subtle crocked half smile. Dean was going of on one again and had to avert his gaze from Cas' head movement because intentionally or not it was cute there was absolutely no denying that especially as that simple movement gave Dean a twinge and jolt in this pants. Dean tried to casually continue "I just meant that this is, it's awkward and it makes me uncomfortable. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Yeah, good." Dean stated as he moved past Cas towards the door intent on walking though it and leaving this convocation in the room. But just as he took hold of the handle Cas piped up and made Dean freeze.

"I can read your mind. I don't because I know you don't like it and I respect your privacy. I'm giving you a chance to tell me willingly, if you don't. I will take the information from you."

Dean's hand fell back to his side as his fingers became loose from shock.

"Damn it Cas." he whispered more to the door then anything, before spinning around and stared at him once more, this time Dean was angry at having no escape option about being challenged in his decision and for having to confront what he tried so hard to conceal. "why? Why is it so important?"

"If it doesn't matter then you should have no trouble telling me Dean, but trust me when I say I will find out."

"Alright!" Dean shouted realising instantly there was no need for it. He instantly regretted it ever since those stories those god damn stories Dean is also thinking about how and what the god damn angel is feeling. So after a deep breath in a normal voice dean continued. "Alright, well erm, Cas I'm not good with the whole talking chick flick thing okay."

"Then show me."

"What?" Dean exclaimed in shock.

"Show me a story of this slash fiction agenda and I can see for myself."

"How about…I show you the jist of every story." Dean suggested and Cas a slowly nodded from the angel, Dean moved towards Cas and pierced straight through his personal space so the stood toes touching.

"Dean what are you doing?"

"Showing you what I read and dream about." Cas took a breath to speak again but the words were swallowed by Deans actions, he lent toward the man in front of him and slowly and softly placed his lips onto Cas'. everything erupted in Dean's mind all those stories all those fantasy kisses and now he was finally getting a real one all to himself. Unfortunately the kiss only lasted a few seconds if that. It takes two to tango and Cas was not in a dancing mood in fact he was quite the opposite. Cas' eyes intuitively closed as he felt the warm contact, but as soon as the initial shock of Dean's actions sunk in they flung open and Cas used sufficient force in taking Dean by the wrists and tearing their lips apart, this wasn't how Dean imagined his moment to be. He looked a mixture hurt and lustful whilst as Cas kept hold of Dean's wrists and kept him at arms length looked confused and angry.

"What? What was that?" Cas stuttered struggling for the right words that didn't included the ones that an angel perhaps shouldn't utter.

"What do you think it was." Dean answered as he tried to lift his hands to caress Cas' face but they were held still by Cas' tight grip.

"You kissed me. Is this what you've been reading about? About you and me being involved?" At hearing Cas sounding slightly disgusted shame filled the hunter and was obvious in his reply.

"Yes"

"Why?"

"I don't know, I guess out of curiosity then out of need. I'm sorry okay." after a few seconds of silent intense staring that now had so many unspoken meanings Cas spoke the obvious as he thought aloud.

"I'm an angel and you, you're a human."

"And?"

"How can you stand there and act like this is normal!"

"Cas with our lives this is probably the most normal thing I've done all year. Well this week." Cas' eyes widened as he shook his head.

"Put everything else aside for a second, you are Dean Winchester. And I am by all intensive proposes am a man."

"And?"

"Stop saying that. You are not gay."

"I know that. I guess if you were inside a girl I wouldn't have got to know you in the same way and I wouldn't see you the Same way. Look Cas I didn't fall in love with Jimmy, I fell for Castiel an angel, and as far as I'm aware you don't have a gender. but yeah I guess your meat suit has its consequences for me but I'm really not complaining, because your kinda hot in a weird nerd angel kinda way. No I'm not gay, but I guess I am for."

"And slash fiction?"

"It was a door way to these feelings made me realise them and realise that I couldn't have you in real life. I mean you said yourself you're a freaking angel for Christ sake, but in those stories I can. In those stories you love me and are not afraid to show it."

"You think I'm afraid?" Cas became angry and pushed Deans wrists from him, not wanting to touch him and offended at Dean's accusations. A grin appeared of Dean's face and a frown on Cas'.

"It's funny"

"What is?"

"You defend you courage but don't deny you love me nor challenge me when I confess my love for you."

"That, it, it goes without saying dean. Angels don't love and neither does Dean Winchester."

"You are, your afraid. Your scared to let in such a strong and uncontrollable emotion."

"Shut up Dean." Cas commanded getting agitated

"You shut it out, because your scared of what it will do with you."

"Shut. up." Cas' fists tightened as he tried to control the bubbling anger raging in his stomach

"You don't want to get hurt, so you pussy out and ignore what your feeling."

"I said," Cas swung and punches Dean in the side of the face knock him to the left and crashing against the wall. "shut up."

Dean shot a gaze a Cas who stood hands still in fists and breathing heavily. He stood and moved towards the angel in the middle of the room they were so close that Cas could taste the words Dean spoke.

"Deny it. Please. Come on Cas, tell me that kiss didn't give you flutter feelings tell me you haven't been wanting that feeling, that contact, that kiss." Cas' breathy became ratty and very uneven

"I never asked for this Dean. Its all on you." he stared at Dean's lips as he watched him speak and felt how the words teased and spoke straight to him.

"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you don't love me and I won't ever kiss you again." At the sound of this Cas' eyes rose to meet Dean's, both were wet, red and sad. At the sound of those words Cas' stomach started moving oddly in a way he has never felt it move before, it churned at the thought. "well?"

Dean asked now very nervous that he would have to keep his word.

"Chuck they've been gone for ages. Where are they?" Sam asked Chuck after dragging him to the side about 15 minutes after the two of them left and around 5 minutes after the crowd started to get bored. Chuck shrugged and smiled goffily.

"Their alomost done, dont worry."

"Chuck get rid of these people." Sam told him as the shock the prophet by the collar of his shirt.

"Okay okay." he assured the pissed off overly tall man. "okay guys thats the end of q&a the bar is open and merchandise will be available shortly. and don't forget book signing will begin shortly." after a few groans the room soon became empty of fans.

"Where are they?"

"Sam its really not a good idea to interrupt them right now."

"Come on Chuck I just found out my brother is reading fantasy stories about him and Cas, now he's got to try and explain that to Cas, I can't miss this. " chuck agreed it was a rather humorous situation but he had already seen it so he knew he would have to tell him.

"Their in room 207"

Chuck sighed as sam nodded and strolled of down the corridor, mumbling numbers as he past them.

"205 206 ah 207." the thought of the awkward conversation Dean would have to have made Sam happy, he was that smug about it, that he seemed to have forgotten Dean had read slash with him in it. He smirked as he reached for the door handle. when the door was open, two figure that were standing very close to each other. Cas and Dean initiataly didn't notice the door nor sam standing open mouthed at just how intense the room was both men seemed to have red eyes. though sam couldn't be sure because as soon as took a breath to speak Castiel broke the stare between him and Dean looked straight at Sam and without a word gestured quickly with his hand and the door slammed in Sam's face, hard.

"Cas?" Dean asked confused he didn't know what just happened the slam of the door had brought him back to the real world, he hadn't noticed Sam he was too lost in Cas' eyes waiting for an answer. Cas looked back at Dean, a tear fell down the hunters face Cas' stomach did that weird churning thing again. an angelic hand caressed Dean's face and wiped away the tear. "Tell me" was all Dean could wheeze out as he tried to hold the tears in.

"Dean, I, there are rules."

"Do you think any one is playing by the rules anymore Cas? Come on look around the world is crumbling around us, has been for a long time. Who are we to deny anything from each other?"

"I'm not denying anything Dean." Dean's stomach sunk as these words, maybe Cas really didn't want to be with him. he felt his heart slowy, very slowly break. "Not any more." Cas added as Dean's eyes shot up to look at his angel, when all of a sudden Cas' lips crushed heavily onto Dean's, with so much need and force he fell against the wall.

Sam stood outside baffled by what just happened. he slowly opened the door, to try and avoid it getting slammed again, but he didnt want to see if Dean as okay, amusing or not he was starting to worry about him. The tiny crack between the door and the wall revealed too much. Cas was pinning his brother against the wall and his brother was enjoy it! oh god! Sam thought as he quickly closed it again and walked very quickly the way he came. the worst thing was the noises the smacking of lips, the ruffling of clothes and they pulled each other closer and the groaning, oh Christ the groaning!

"You alright Sam?" Chuck asked the very white hunter with an all to obvious smirk on his face. Sam stopped and shot Chuck a deadly, I will fucking kill you look.

"You basted."

"I told you not to go Sam." chuck turned and sat down at a desk ready for the book signing to begin, all the while laughing to himself.

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